shh, don't tell others this is here

His head collided with the meat of her rump, a loud thud reverberating through his skull. Uncomfortable on both ends, she's quick to retaliate though, he'd seen far too many youngsters her age hesitate in moments like this. When snap decisions were sometimes a matter of life and death. And she moved fast, borrowing from his own momentum to aid in her own counter-attack, teeth flashing as she made to grab at his cheek.

Where wolves chose to strike said a lot about them, Ronan thought. This one? Aiming for the cheek, meaning to pull and tear, to see just how much she could get away with. She was a mean not so little thing, she deserved whatever she got, really. Ronan wouldn't pull his punches. Snapping his head around to meet her in the middle, he made to grab onto the sweet pink of her nose. All was fair, right?